Journey !

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I talk to you all the time even if you can’t hear me.
I talk to you in the letters and words and phrases.
I talk to you in the sentences I scribble on the clouds,
telling you over and over again, of how much I miss you,
that for me nothing has changed.
I think about the time when we could say anything to each other
without thinking, the time when we were carefree
without letting any insecurities linger on us.
It feels like I’m in a time capsule,
where my heart has carefully preserved all the memories of you.
I don’t know, had it been easier, not having met you at all
but believe me, I wouldn’t have traded it for the world;
the time that had been mine, the time that we’ve spent together.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Epiphany !

matthew-brodeur-215031-unsplash.jpgAwake, and this time
driven by the rush of blood in my veins
raindrops are falling,
the sky is clear
Oh ! look the storms have ceased
and the hurricane settled.

The damage it caused
yet to be analysed,
may be more, may be less
but the storms have ceased
and the heart has started pumping
the blood at its normal pace

Oh ! look I see the sun
though it has not reached my window yet
it is yet to grace me with its warmth and light
but look the storms have ceased
and I will climb up
leaving this bottomless pit
till I finally see the light of the day.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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A love affair !

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Who was she?
just a girl in love
waiting every day for the night,
when all is quiet
for it would bring him closer to her.

He is so close, yet so far away
She would patiently wait for him
everyday, in the hope of
an eternal union;
that beautiful moment,
when she would be near him
to hold him closer to her heart.

Those one sided conversations,
would finally end,
they would speak and listen,
to the stories they had to tell each other,
and those lonely thoughts will no longer be alone
for the reverie will finally unite with her moon.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Lonely thought !

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At the bottom of the pyramid
is where I lay
as I watch the sun go down
the horizon
and just like that
another lonely day of my lonely
being passes.

I lay awake in the company of
this unending sky and the million stars
staring at the moon, lonely as it is
despite surrounded by all the beauty
yet darkness is what
accompanies.

In these moments where my eyes witness this
my mind struggles with the thought that
if only I could capture your heart
may be then, just may be
you’d stay and we’d never would part ways.

Photo by Gabriele Motter on Unsplash

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Time stands at still !

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Shadowy silhouette
ink-dipped
in the sun
touching the horizon
portrays lovers embrace
colluded as one.

Inseparable dreams
slowly morphing into one
creating a harmony
perfectly tuned
in the rhymes of their hearts

the sapphire sea
reflecting its colour
in the profound sky
blanketing them under self
while their lips concocting
in an enchanted kiss

Surrendering in the beauty of
twinkling stars in the emptiness
of the significant sky
the darkness descends
and shadows swallow all
of light’s trace

Reality takes a pause
the time stands at still
to the depths of their soul
where they swim
in the glory of love
the purest love, living in their heart.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Welled !

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Millions of pieces of severed heart
in the aftermath of several heartbreaks
delicately carried under
this moonlit sky
blanketed under beautifully crafted
deceitful smiles
carrying an ocean of pain
in those dew dropped
eyes welled with unshed tears

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Being fine !

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She said she was fine
the sentence that had become
a default setting in her brain
letting her oblivious to reality

but no one is really fine
in the dark
speaking to the voices
in their head
fighting the demons
haunting them
all on their own
and crying to themselves
all through the night,
getting ready to face the light,

no one is fine in the light
with only themselves in sight.

-THEMOONLIGHTRVERIE

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‘Meant to be’ !

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She stopped for a while to think,

why she was where she is?

and if she was meant to be there,

why is it that every moment,

is a moment of struggle and despair.

If she is meant to be happy,

why every single day is followed with

breaking down before the pillow.

 

Life, in strange ways, is misleading sometimes,

a puzzle, stubborn to be solved at all,

it takes to a path beautiful,

and the moment surroundings become comfortable

a hurricane arrives following destruction and relocation.

 

She stops, and looks back to the path she had been to,

thinks about all the times she had relocated,

every time with a spirit, higher than before,

a spark lightening her up, fuelling her to take on the world,

rather it seems the fuel is ending now, the spark no longer brightening

rather, her heart is starting to collapse in that fire,

becoming just remnants of once a fierce soul.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Collaborated scribbles !

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He was stuck in a loop, an uncontrollable need to just keep on running away from all possible circumstance & every possible chance of vulnerability, running from one relationship to another, one person to another, one target to another, one thought to another.

And then on one fine morning she happened, she entered the room with a bright wide smile, & coloured the grey white life, time stopped, eyes met, hearts sang the same song & every piece fell in place.

She grew like a sunflower of the new bright light, but this time the sun ☀️ Came down to the flower, for like forever. 


He was the sunshine that reflected on her face making it glow and bling, he was the colour on her skin, making her beautiful, he was the reason her smile was wide and bright, for every single time she felt at bliss, looking into his eyes.

His love was a canvas, so pure and white, where she painted it red with the intensity of their love, and created a painting for them to protect and cherish till the end of time.

He became the light she needed to traverse the dark corners of her heart, the blanket that protected her from the cold winds of time, a listening ear and a giving heart, he was everything she could have wished for.


Alone they were letters scattered randomly on the page, together they became a poetry.  


 

“There are days when someone, tells you how special you are to them and it becomes melodious, today was one such day, and I thought this would be a better way to reply and reciprocate the emotions. This is a collaboration, and a little introduction of the words of the one, to whom all my poetry is dedicated.”

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

A line !

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A line,

vague yet profound

for the eyes to see

between empowered and helpless

both leading to falling in love

holding within it intense depth of passion.

 

The night plays the tricks,

calling upon me, as the sleep wanders to a land foreign

revealing the darkness it had hidden perfectly

the darkness, that’s shared by these two hearts.

making them meet at the middle of this line

drawn so intricately.

 

Holding each others hands, 

they find a balance,

on the line so thin, speaking nothing

letting the silence do the talking.

for there is an enormous space,

that no amount of words can fill.

 

They stay with each other,

for that eternal moment of honesty between them

where no deceit had a place,

for there were no words, just expression

of the emotions kept tight inside for so long.

 

It was a moment of free fall,

a moment of an eternal beginning

a moment of endless endings

finding a way to be draped in the warmth

of plain love, between the two hearts.

 

Standing on the edge, on the risk of falling,

they reminded each other, how beautiful destruction could be

for it had the power to create, something magical

just in those moments of vulnerability

as they became one.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE